Cheng Weiyu was completely shocked.

At some point, the surroundings of his feet were covered with ribbons. Originally, he thought that he had completely suppressed his opponent by relying on his brushwork and even his innate qi, but what he never expected was that the other party seemed to be forced to be extremely panicked, but in fact he was just taking advantage of the situation to wander around and laying the ribbons on the ground.

When the ribbons bound him, the other party's qi entered his body and directly sealed the big acupoints in his body, making his qi and meridians completely closed, and he could not break free even with his innate cultivation.

"You, you are..." Cheng Weiyu, who hung upside down in the air, was embarrassed and angry, and stared at Lu Yunxuan with wide eyes.

Lu Yunxuan smiled and said, "That's right, I am also in the innate realm of cultivation, and I just broke through these days."

"Despicable." Before, Cheng Weiyu easily broke free from the opponent's ribbon with his innate qi, but he never expected that his opponent had already had innate cultivation. After the second entanglement, he opened the innate qi and sealed his big acupoints.

Lu Yunxuan snorted coldly and said, "You didn't ask me, why should I tell you my cultivation level? Besides, you also used the innate qi, and I didn't say anything. Why did I become 'despicable' by using the innate qi? The principles of your Confucian Academy are really puzzling!"

At this time, there was a quiet mist and silence in the entire temple.

They have begun to become numb.

Lost numb.

Moreover, he no longer had the strength to retort the sarcasm of the disciples of Kunwu Sect.

After losing three games in a row, no matter how shameless a person is, he can no longer raise his head.

While Cheng Weiyu lost the game, his grandfather Cheng Xi could no longer bear it and left.

The third game ended again with the Kunwu Sect's victory.

In the fourth game, Lin Yuncong played against another Confucian master.

This matchup is easier and more relaxed.

Lin Yuncong, who had already shown his super internal skills, was three levels higher than his opponent's realm. Lin Yuncong fought steadily. After more than twenty moves, his palms were closed at one time, firmly sticking to the opponent's long sword. As soon as the [Zixia Divine Art] was used, a sword made of black iron was immediately broken into four pieces.

The Confucian disciple who could not defeat Lin Yuncong's protective energy even though he tried his best, he had no choice but to throw it to the bare hilt of the sword and surrendered.

With the defeat of the first three brothers, the fourth Confucian disciple has already given up and has nothing to do with winning or losing.

In five games, four of them lost. No matter how you defend yourself, it is an indisputable fact that Rulin Academy has lost all its face.

But the Kunwu Sect never thought of giving the people of the Rulin Academy a better face. Of course, this face was even more cruel.

Especially this last battle is a major challenge to the educational system of Rulin Academy over the past thousand years.

If this battle is lost, it will be the great turmoil of the Rulin Academy from top to bottom, which undoubtedly means giving everyone from top to bottom a sober slap in the face. At this level, what qualifications are there to participate in the disputes in the world? They are slapped in the face every minute.

At this time, for Zhu Han who was on the field, the psychological pressure was undoubtedly extremely heavy.

Zhu Han is even more so.

As an outer disciple of the Scholar College, a servant was pushed to the forefront by accident, and his whole body was nervous from the toes to the hair.

"Are you ready?" Ye Qingxuan asked with a smile.

"Not ready." Wang Zhitui said with a confused look on his face and replied blankly: "Brother Ye, how could my martial arts win Zhu Han?"

Ye Qingxuan blinked his eyes and smiled and said, "To be honest, you have practiced your internal skills well, but you have a little understanding of the use of martial arts. Fortunately, you are extremely proficient in the [Thirteen Swords of the Confucian Classics]. As long as you listen to me and use this sword technique well, you will still have hope of winning."

"Then it depends on Brother Ye!" Wang Zhitui was still nervous, but at this time he had to bite the bullet and go on.

Soon, the ritual official came on the court again and shouted: "The martial arts disciples from both sides will start accurately!"

Wang Zhitui took a deep breath and slowly got on the court.

At this time, Zhu Han, the son of Zhu Shaoling, was already standing on the temple in a leisurely manner. When he saw Wang Zhitui coming up tremblingly, he couldn't help but laugh and said disdainfully: "Who is this junior brother here?"

"After the King of the Second King, I have met Senior Brother Zhu."

"Oh, Junior Brother Wang. Hehe, this time it's a difficult situation for you. You have never entered the innate world and do not understand the profound sword technique... It's better for us to make a gentleman agreement. I don't need innate energy, just use sword techniques to judge the winning or losing. Don't you only understand the [Thirteen Confucian Sword Sutra]? Okay, let's use the Thirteen Swords as a promise. As long as you can hold on to the Thirteen moves, what if you win?"

Wang Zhitui was stunned and couldn't help but turn his head to look at Ye Qingxuan.

Zhu Han's remarks also made the Confucian disciples at the scene talk.

"Senior Brother Zhu Han is indeed extremely arrogant."

"Don't be careless, the Taoist priest of the Kunwu Sect is the famous Ye Qingxuan, and he may have some skills."

"If you have the ability, you need good materials. I know Wang Zhitui, who is just a nerd. His martial arts are to exercise his body during the breaks of reading."

"That's right, I saw it with my own eyes that the guy was chased by a yellow dog and ran all over the street. His martial arts were useless."

"Oh, rotten wood cannot be carved."

...

The discussions around him spread everywhere, and Wang Zhitui's confidence was greatly hit and his head hung lowered.

"Thirteen moves are thirteen moves!" At this time, Ye Qingxuan shouted on the rostrum: "Since Mr. Zhu said that, it is limited to thirteen moves. If you cannot win the master within thirteen moves, we will lose!"

ah!?

At this moment, the people of the Confucian school were shocked.

Unexpectedly, Ye Qingxuan, who was already extremely weak, would turn Zhu Han's meaning in reverse. This move would be like looking down on his opponent.

Zhu Han snorted coldly and said, "Holly's mouth. Since you have the confidence, I'll come and experience it myself."

"No, no, no, I..." Wang Zhitui's face turned red, almost resenting Ye Qingxuan to death. Before he could finish his words, the official ritual shouted: "The competition began!"

"Please." Zhu Han shouted coldly, and with a swish, he drew his sword out of the sheath. The sword tip first passed forward, hooked back halfway, and then stabbed forward again. The speed and power of the sword tip suddenly increased by more than three times. It was the "Yan Hui Snatching Food" of the [Seventy-Two Sages], which attacked Wang Zhitui.

Wang Zhitui suddenly exclaimed and retreated sharply. At the same time, he swung his "Poetry Country Style" in front of his chest to resist the other party's sword.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Han's sword technique was free to stay, the sword stabbed in front suddenly swung down, and his body seemed to be kneeling down, and then suddenly bounced up, and the sword hissed, cutting off the front of the Confucian robe that Wang Zhi pushed. It was a move "Min Lun Fengxiao".

Fortunately, Wang Zhi retreated in time, otherwise this second move would have cut off his calves.

Wang Zhitui's cold sweat flowed down.

But at this time, Zhu Han was in a state of power and sneered: "Is this good enough to fight with me? Lying down!"

While speaking, the sword tip wielded the sword tip and slashed Wang Zhitui's neck. While the other party retreated, his body turned and the sword tip pushed upwards, a move "Zhong You Haoyong" was "A huge force on the blade, and a huge force hit Wang Zhitui's chest.

oops.

The king's liver and gallbladder were broken, and his mind was blank. He didn't know how to resist it, so he could only close his eyes and wait for death.

At this moment, a loud shout suddenly came from my ears: "Sword wise!"

Wang Zhitui's mind lit up, and he had not opened his eyes at all. His body had already used this move. He bowed forward, and the sword in his hand was horizontally below his arm. With a sound, he was blocking the sword that Zhu Han pushed. The huge force lifted his whole body so that his feet were off the ground, as if he had flew up.

When he opened his eyes, Zhu Han looked surprised in front of him. Before he could follow the sword, Ye Qingxuan's shout came from his ears: "'There are three legends in the Spring and Autumn Period,''The Little Elegance of Poetry,''Mencius''s Great Meaning'!"

After three moves in a row, when Ye Qingxuan shouted, Wang Zhitui was instantly used.

Taking advantage of his body, Wang Zhi pushed him over and jumped over Zhu Han's head, hanging his sword in his hand upside down, ding ding ding ding ding ding , pointing to his opponent three moves in a row, which was exactly the trick of "There are three passes in the Spring and Autumn Period".

Zhu Han didn't expect that the other party would take advantage of his own strength to soar into the air. The three moves of this sword made him in a hurry. After blocking two swords, he had no time to resist the third sword that stabbed Baihui, so he had to shrink his head suddenly and pounce forward.

Hiss!

This time, Wang Zhitui's sword cut a big hole in Zhu Han's robe on his back.

Zhu Han's rushing forward had not yet landed, and the sword tip was on the ground, and he used the force to rebound, but this was the time when Wang Zhi used the move "Shi Xiaoya" to use it.

As soon as the king pushed his body, he did not turn around, and leaned back directly, stabbing the sword in his hand straight behind him.

At this time, Zhu Han's rebounding body happened to fall towards the tip of the sword that Wang Zhipu was pushing. If he could not turn, he would have been penetrated and felt cold.

But Zhu Han was an outstanding disciple of the Confucian generation after all. In the face of danger, he twisted his waist and his toes first and stepped directly on Wang Zhitui's sword. Not only did he force the sword to open, but he straightened his body and went to mid-air again.

But before he could take action, his ankles suddenly tightened, and Wang Zhi pushed his hand to grab his ankles, and he stood up straight with the force of his rising.

At this time, Wang Zhitui grabbed Zhu Han's ankle with one hand and held a sword with the other. He was using a powerful "Mencius Dayi" from bottom to top to split Zhu Han in half. But at this moment, Wang Zhitui staggered, his body did not stand firm, and his strength suddenly turned from using the sword hand to the other...

Wang Zhitui felt that his strength was gone, and he actually pulled down one of Zhu Han's shoes. Naturally, his body was uncontrollable and he fell directly on the ground.

Zhu Han hung upside down in the air, flew out more than five feet, and his feet, which had lost a shoe, retreated repeatedly on the ground until he took seven or eight steps before he stood firm.

At this time, a sense of fear came just now, and cold sweat instantly wet the back.

The whole audience once again became a quiet place. Everyone felt that they were not smart enough, and Mu looked at the venue blankly.
Chapter completed!